Best Gautier Poems
Foolish whims scatter
I played at life, but life played me harder,
Lived bet to debt, in life's Russian roulette
I place a wager, speed into danger
My foolish whims, scatter in mistral winds
Now tossed by waves, by blind forces of fate
How they orchestrate, time, distance and place
For bite size poetry contest
Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, confusion, fate, future, lost,
Form:
Verse
Pumpkin winds
Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
For contest Bite size Line Gautier
September 23,2023
Categories:
gautier, autumn, break up, farewell,
Form:
Verse
He dreamed he could fly on gossamer wings,
and understands now why the sparrow sings.
It all seemed so real he never thought twice,
that a joy like that would come with a price.
He thought to himself I'm living the dream,
but what are the costs that are left unseen?
Could the butterfly be dreaming of me,
or somebody else dreaming all three?
People walk around as if they were blind,
to refuse to see is the darkest kind!
Others wear glasses the color of rose,
and refuse to see in front of their nose.
Then there are a few that you can't believe,
who can make magic nothing up their sleeve.
The world is yours take it in your hand,
every empire will turn back to sand.
Every emperor that has been so far,
is now just a name they gave to a star.
This place they call Earth is a mystery,
so live your dreams and let your soul run free!
date:10/10/19
contest:Living The Dream
sponsor:Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,
Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms
Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine
Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.
tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.
First daffodil maidens preen, bright faces so fair!
Chattering swallows check granite grey mortared mansion.
Duck naps snug, beak a chest --- gull floats overhead.
Longer days mean I must leave my snuggly, sleepy daze,
slightly more light; work energies reappear
poetry is laid aside in favour of trimming trees
seething solar heating sound, signals dimly smiling sun.
seed packets eagerly spread out – What to plant this season?
Suddenly, more bees aflight – our crops will be alright!
Another cycle begins!
1) Anthropomorphism 2) Simile 3) Metaphor 4) onomatopoeia
5)Synaesthesia 6) Personification 7) Sensory Imagery
8) Ellipsis 9) Homophone 10) Caesura 11) Pun
12) Alliteration 13) Rhetorical Question 14)Internal Rhyme
15) Truism
Written 20th August for Line Gautier Contest - A Litany of Poetic Devices
Categories:
gautier, spring,
Form:
Free verse
A bald-headed man from Jamaica
Attempted to scale a sky-scraper
From his hospital bed
He was heard to have said
‘I was seeking a hair-raising caper!
Bite Size Poem No.42 Poetry Contest
Sponsor :Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, courage, hair, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Purple shadows drift beneath the gray sky forge
Mists dipping into verdant valleys like quicksilver
Skimming the rapids where we hurtle downriver
Through seething whitewater of New River gorge
Hurtling toward narrow waters of the Gauley
'Neath the bridge to form the Kanawha mighty.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written May 22, 2021; reworked May 23, 2021
entered "Bite Size 2" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, adventure, water,
Form:
Quatrain
I will love you for the rest of my life,
Feel your hair against my cheek, cascading
Over my shoulder, the brush of your lips
The warmth of your breath, whispering
Tender words I needed to hear, my wife.
In white coats and somber countenances
They brought the worst of my nightmares
“Ten months,” they said, “with treatments
Less without...perhaps five” our experiences.
You accepted your fate; I never saw you cry
Two years now since you quietly slipped away
And I miss you more with each passing day.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Revised April 22, 2021
For "Grief" Contest
Sponsored by Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, loss, lost love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
The boy was aged about eighteen,
Pale and pensive,
Weary and frail in appearance.
He could have been
Goethe's Werther,
Senancour's Obermann
Or Chateaubriand's melancholy hero,
Embraced by a generation,
And about whom Sainte-Beuve said:
"Rene, c'est moi."
Tortured by a new mal du siecle,
He sought refuge
In the Club Bouzingo.
Two young poets,
One dark, the other fair,
Drifted past. The first,
Whose black hair
Hung in ringlets over his shoulders,
Wore a small pointed beard,
Black velvet tails,
A white linen shirt
Loosely fastened at the neck
By a thin pink taffeta tie;
The second wore a tight coat
That opened onto a silk crimson waistcoat
And a lace jabot, white trousers
With blue seams,
And a wide-brimmed black hat, and
In one of his hands
He carried a long thin pink-coloured pipe.
They were soon joined
By some of their dandified companions.
The music had stopped playing, and
The poet-leader in cape and gloves,
Dark and pomaded
With a Theophile Gautier moustache,
Took to the stage,
Where he proceeded to declaim
Selections from his subversive verses
To delirious cheers,
As if sedition was imminent;
Only the boy-poet remained silent,
His pale cheeks
Soaked by the freshest tears.
"Apres nous, le deluge,"
He said under his breath,
"Our leader preaches revolution
But provides no solution
As to the fate of coming generations,
Should the infant be cast out
With the bath water that is so filthy
In his sight
That, intent on doing right,
Gives no thought to the future,
Nor to what might supplant
The society he claims to despise."
The boy was aged about eighteen
Pale and pensive
Weary and frail in appearance.
He could have been
Goethe's Werther,
Senancour's Obermann
Or Chateaubriand's melancholy hero,
Embraced by a generation,
And about whom Sainte-Beuve said:
"Rene, c'est moi."
Tortured by a new mal du siecle,
He sought refuge
From the Club Bouzingo.
(The origins of "Bouzingo: The Gathering of the Poets" lie in an unfinished tale, possibly dating from around 1979.)
Categories:
gautier, paris, poetry, poets, youth,
Form:
Free verse
Though skies are dark and dreary,
The songbirds’ trills are cheery,
encouraging me today
to feel inspired and sing anyway!
used howmanysyllables.com
March 23, 2022
entered in the LIND 30 Rhyming Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
May 7, 2022
entered in the Bite Size no. 43 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, bird, inspiration, weather,
Form:
Verse
Summer heat zaps my get-up-and-go,
so I’m resting and taking things slow,
loving cold drinks, TV,
comfy couch, and AC!
I’m too wise to invite heatstroke woe!
written June 4, 2020
for Mohan Chutani's Summer Heat Laziness Poetry Contest
August 20, 2021
Entered in the Bite Size Poem no. 18 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, humor, summer,
Form:
Limerick
Follow the flame of quaint yesteryears.
Turn on your mind and look around the room.
Imagine tepees, dirt floor cabins
speaking history of honeysuckle blooms.
See the Lakota do their Ghost Dance
by the quaint fire of the moonlight.
See the hearth in the slave quarter,
where they sleep from their daily plight.
Sit beside the flame of quaint moments,
when innocence and laughter blessed their lives.
Silhouettes of arms embracing,
foresaw crimson shadows for their eyes.
Here is a native country
human scenes with human tears
by a fire of quaintness passions passed
in the quantum light of years.
6/12/17
TRIBUTE TO NATIVE CULTURE
Sponsor, Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, history, imagination, light,
Form:
Quatrain
EARLY TO RISE (COLLABORATION)
Early to bed and early to rise,
So my mother said,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.
So, come on, get out of bed.
Assumed if it rhymed it must be true,
So I rose from my bed full of pep.
Every day seemed exciting and new;
I walked with a spring in my step.
But now I’m getting past my prime,
I realize she told me lies.
I’ve never been wealthy, I can’t spare a dime
And I’m not remotely wise.
And as for my health, though not quite dead,
I’m permanently ailing.
My doctor says I should stay in bed;
He fears I may be failing.
So ignore advice to get up at dawn;
It won’t make you any stronger.
Just switch your alarm off, have a good yawn,
And lie-in a little bit longer
10th August 2019
For COLLABORATION contest
Sponsor Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
hummingbirds arrive
on summer wings aflutter
ruby breasts glist'ning
courageous fellows
long slender beaks are probing
red flower feeder
May 15, 2021
for "Surprise Me" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gautier
Categories:
gautier, bird, summer,
Form:
Haiku
magical moment
brook babbles contentedly
duckling swim lessons
THIRD PLACE WINNER
April, 2021
Single Haiku Contest
Sponsored by Line Gautier
HONORABLE MENTION
Brevity Haiku Contest on All Poetry
August 1, 2021
Categories:
gautier, nature, spring, water,
Form:
Haiku
I decided to try my hand at writing poetry
Not realising that the whole wide world would see
A poetic talent that I never knew I had
Until some kind folk they said that it wasn't bad
So I write about the things, that really interest me
Historical and humourous, rhyming poetry
I compose it, fine tune it and put it on display
And yes it does feel good, if I make someone's day .
And if people's interest's are similar to mine
Yes, it matters to them that they can find my work online
So when they are searching, for humour or history
I hope that in their search, that search points them to me.
Throughout the ages, poets used free verse and rhyme
Writing about life events occurring in their time
So that in the future people they will see
A colourful poetic record of our history
So I believe the answer, to question number three
Is that you can never have enough of decent poetry .
Written 2 October 2018.
For why would your poetic expression matter to others poetry contest.
Sponsored by Line Gautier.
Categories:
gautier, history, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme